His hand slithered down like the snake it was, gripping the hem of her gown, and in one smooth, devilish motion, he pulled it up.
The cool night air kissed her now bare ass cheeks, and she froze, mortified, aroused, and completely at his mercy.
"Th-that's…"
She tried to protest, but honestly, what the fuck could she even say at this point?
"I need to check it from here, my lady. For your own sake."
His tone was pure professionalism—if professionalism included face-diving into asses like it was a fucking Olympic sport.
"F-fine…"
She stammered, her voice betraying her excitement. Objections? She had none. Hell, she was practically waiting for this to escalate.
'Oh shit, it's happening! Holy fuck, it's actually happening!'
She screamed internally, caught somewhere between self-loathing and wild anticipation.
